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Kitty: Why do I
always have to start the notes?

Eoko: Cause you have for the last 55 chapters?

Kitty: Yes, but why
is that? Do you ever wonder?

Eoko: No, I make you do them. You did the first
chapter of the fic and all.

Kitty: Is that
really the reason, or did you just make that up right now?

Eoko: I don't know. I got used to it and stopped
thinking about it period.

Kitty: Yay! Okay. -jumps on Eoko's head-

Eoko: Go read while I dislodge this creature.

Kitty: I'm not a
creature! -cries-

Chapter, The Fifty-Sixth: In Which There is a Banana.

Seifer was the first to wake the
next morning.� He cracked his eyes open
slowly, taking in the two sleeping forms before him.� He�d certainly never thought he�d be in this
position.� A threesome, sure, he could
see that, but waking up with his lover and his lover�s other lover? Not so
much- and that was far too many �lovers�.

The gunbladist carefully lifted himself up and slid his arms out of Zell�s
grasp.� He marveled at how the fighter
kept his attention divided between them, even in sleep: one arm hugging his to
his chest, the other curled over Irvine�s thigh-

Irvine� His eyes swept over as much of the cowboy as could
be seen, completely of their own accord.�
It was hard to believe last night had really happened.� Not since he realized he cared for the little
blond between them did he even entertain the thought of sleeping with
the auburn haired man.� And never had any
previous notions of the sort ever come close to being that good.

He gave a little smirk.�
Either Zell had �trained� him to be that good,
or he was born to perform phenomenally in bed.�
It was probably a combination of the two.� Of course that made him wonder if he could
have brought out the same things Zell had, if the
positions had been switched.� And if he
couldn�t, just how good a top was Zell?� He�d never really had cause to ask that
question.

Seifer shrugged mentally and slid
out of the bed.� What did it matter how
good a top Zell was?� He�d always play the obedient bottom to him
when it all came down to it.� But did
that mean the blond was a switch, or just playing to his scarred lover�s
tastes?� He certainly never seemed at all
put out by spreading his legs for the gunbladist, but
as far as he knew, Zell�d only ever played bottom to
one other man.

He rose a hand to massage his
temples.� He didn�t like Irvine.� Fucking cowboy influenced far too much
thinking far too soon after waking.� He
slipped to the side of the bed, pausing when the fighter shifted and the cowboy
made a little noise. Hyne� even when he�s
asleep he sounds sexy�

He shook his head and moved away from the two, searching
around silently for his clothes.� When he
found and adorned enough to look decent in a public place, such as the
hallways, he headed to the door.

��Seifer�?� a confused little
voice came from the bed.

The man in question turned to see the still mostly-asleep
blond sweeping his hand across the bed where he had been a few minutes before.

�Zell. Zell, I�m here,� he said quietly, smiling at the boy.

The fighter pouted in his general direction, eyes screwed
up, trying to focus through sleep.� �Come
back to bed,� he said, fingers running through Irvine�s hair when the cowboy
shifted closer to him.

He shook his head a little.�
�No, Zell, I have to go.� Need a shower and some breakfast.� It�s not that early.� Go back to sleep, I�ll see you later.�� He gunbladist went
back over to the bed, leaned over it to place a kiss to Zell�s
forehead, and then left the room quietly.

Zell watched him go, brow furrowed
and lips forming a pout.� But once the
door was once again closed he gave up, laying back
down and pulling Irvine closer to him.�
In no time he was back asleep.

- - -

Seifer paused briefly outside the
door, glancing back at it and remembering how last night he�d been unable to
get it open.� Time
lock, duh.� It probably
reset at midnight.� He shook his head
and wandered off to his room.

Once there he slipped out of his clothes and made his way
into the bathroom, turning on the water and waiting for it to heat up as he
rubbed the heel on one hand against his eye.

Despite the fact he had been lied to, and had no gotten the
wonderful night with his tattooed fighter, he couldn�t find it in him to be all
that pissed about what had occurred.�
He wasn�t even pissed that he�d left Zell in
bed with the cowboy to go back to his room alone and shower.� Maybe there was something wrong with him�

He reached his hand under the spray of water, judging the
temperature, and pleased with it, stepped into the shower.� He tilted his head back into the beaded
stream, water soaking into his blond hair and running over his shoulders and
down his body in little rivulets.

The warmth of the water soaked into his skin and he closed
his eyes with a gentle sigh.� That action
however caused an image of last night to spring to the front of his mind.� Irvine.�
More rightly, Irvine when he�d first walked into the room.� Irvine bound to the bed, beautiful, covered
in nothing but a thin layer of sweat, and undeniably hot.

Jade eyes flashed open but the image still lingered in his
mind.� He could hear the muffled panting,
could feel the heat radiating off his body, and Hyne,
could smell him on his body, yet to be washed away, and it was just� good.

A shiver danced up his spine as the hot water drummed
against his back.� He brought both hands
up and into his hair, jerking his fingers through the wet locks and he made a
purely frustrated sound.� He should not
be thinking of Irvine!� One night
with the lithe, beautiful boy was causing this?�
When he had so many amazing, spectacular nights, days, missions with Zell that he
could draw on?�

No matter how his mind and heart protested now his
body no longer cared.� It had responded
without a single hesitation, and wasn�t about to start now.� The scarred blond growled.� He did not especially want to
fantasize about last night. But he was Seifer Almasy, and Seifer Alamsy always got what he wanted, even if that happened to
be what his body wanted and his mind did not� so much.

Suffice it to say nothing since last night was going
according to his plans.� He hadn�t
slept with Zell, he hadn�t woken up with only Zell, he had showered alone, and
while showering he had called out Irvine�s name� Fucking cowboy.

I believe you�ve already accomplished that.

You shut the fuck up.

Seifer got dressed, swung his
burgundy trench over his shoulders and headed out of his room and off to the
cafeteria.� As soon as he was through the
doors he scooped up a copy of the Balamb Garden �newspaper�
and tucked it under his arm as he headed over to join the line.� Oh yes, if Zell had
taught him anything it was that if the chicken wuss
could stand in line for hotdogs he could certainly stand in line for
coffee.

He eventually got that coffee, and some breakfast.� He knew the importance of actual food to
start the day.� It was rather heavily
preached by several of the instructors.�
You couldn�t exactly fight an army on an empty stomach.� Yea, you all hear that kinda
saying, but you, unlike Seifer, probably aren�t at
all likely to run off and fight an army now are you?

The blond found a free table.� Sitting down he flipped open the paper and
sipped his coffee.� There was some random
dribble, some of this and that.� The
paper was barely more than a flyer, but you had to give the students credit for
getting it out with everything else that was going on.� And some of it was actually interesting.

One such section was Yaoi
Valley which sometimes was the worst of the random dribble.� It was also one of the most entertaining
sections and one that he, secretly mind you, read all the time.� There would be artwork and stories,
confessions and fangirl proclamations.�

It could also be rather scary.� Like today� with that picture of� His brow
furrowed as he leaned in closer to get a better look.� �Oh, fuck me, no!� he shouted,
slamming the page back down.� He�d have
to track down that artist and explain just how wrong that picture
was.� There was no way in hell he
was ever going to get that �friendly� with the commander.� Fucking hero worshippers
and creepy rebel lovers.

He promptly turned the page and glanced over the book return
requests.� Hyne�
why doesn�t Raijin just tell them he lost the book in
the training center so they can fine him and get a new one?� Sometimes that guy really was as dumb as he
sounded.

Seifer had calmed down enough by
this point that he felt the eyes on him, probably curious as to his pervious
out burst, or they just saw him, and well, wasn�t that reason enough to
stare?� He smirked to himself and sipped
his coffee.

Not too long after that Zell and
Irvine made their way into the caf.� They got their food and drinks, and made
their way to a free table, not noticing or being noticed by Seifer.� It wasn�t until Irvine said something amusing
enough to make Zell laugh rather loudly that the gunbladist turned his head to look.

The fighter�s back was mostly to him, which meant the cowboy
was in plain sight.� And that wouldn�t
have been so bad if his morning had proved different and said cowboy hadn�t, at
that point in time, had a banana caught between his lips.� The world itself seemed to be against him
today.� The world and
fate.� Fuck the pair of them.

He swallowed and was just about to look back to his paper
when Irvine�s sky blue eyes lifted to his and he paused.� The sharpshooter�s lips curled up at the
sides in something of a smirk, then he drew the symbolic piece of fruit out of
his mouth, ran his tongue over it and grinned rather proud of himself.

When Zell commented at that
and Irvine�s eyes broke their contact with Seifer�s
the blond quickly looked away.� How long had
it been since he�d been teasing the cocky cowboy into tears?� Not long� only a few months really� And now he
was almost blushing over a banana blow job?�

Well that�s something you certainly don�t think every
day.

I thought I told you to shut the fuck up, Ifrit.

But you�re far more amusing today than usual.

Fuck you.�
Bloody guardian forces finding such glee in tormenting their chosen
hosts.� Granted, had he been another
person observing his own behaviour, he�d probably
leap into the fray and be quite happy to do it.�
Hyne, what was wrong with him?

He tried to focus on the paper and his breakfast.� He nibbled on his toast while he read the
page before Yaoi Valley, his free hand
finding a pen someone had left behind and insisting on fiddling with it.�

When his hand no longer seemed to be fiddling exactly, and
he was starting to really notice how his eyes kept momentarily darting to the
other side of the page, he stopped attempting to read the latest argument on
why the training center needed a wider variety of monsters.� Instead he allowed his focus to shift back to
the previous picture that had elicited such a reaction from him prior, and to
what his �fiddling� hand had done to said picture.

He wasn�t an artist, especially not when he was less than
half aware that he was drawing.�
But his mindset easily allowed him to interpret the scribbles for what
they were.� The image of Squall had been
altered via the black pen.� No longer
could you make out the scar that had adored the anime-style face.� Now it just played part to a longer strand of
hair.�

In fact, what he thought had been random motions of his hand
had actually been flowing, wavy locks, cascading down the former Squall�s back,
several falling over what part of his face was visible and blatantly resembling
a certain banana sucking cowboy.

He looked at the pen, glared at it as if it was Ultimecia incarnate and proceeded to throw it across the
room.� Next he decided that Ifrit was fucking with his motor skills and trying to fuck
with him.� Now the picture was of himself
and Irvine.� Not really as good
as the original, but undeniably what it was.

�Maybe I should just parade into Deling
City, gunblade swinging and be done with it��
he murmured to himself, lifting his once again freed hand to rub at his
temples.� He dared another look up and
around, in case people were now wondering why he was throwing inanimate objects
and mumbling to himself.

Irvine was giving him an amused, curious look while Zell gestured wildly, punching at the air in front of him a
few times, and probably discussing his �promising martial arts students�.� The cowboy smiled and nodded in all the right
places, turned his attention back to the fighter when it was warranted.� Perfect little wi-
lover right there.

Jade eyes blinked.�
What?� Now he was incapable of
insulting the man?!� That was barely an
insult!� Seifer
looked at the sharpshooter again, narrowed his eyes and took a breath, then
attempted to mouth an insult his way.� You
are such a pri- pan- who-� Irvine�

Now Irvine was cocking a brow at him like he was absolutely
insane, and it looked as if he�d lost the rhythm of his �mhmm�s
and nodding to Zell, because moments later the
fighter was also turning to look at him and he quickly turned away.�

Okay, things were becoming seriously weird, and it wasn�t
even lunch time!� Hyne,
it was only breakfast.� And so far
what had his day revolved around?� Irvine
fucking Kinneas� mmm�
Dammit!

Forget looking possessed in Galbadia�s
capital.� He might as well just take
Irvine�s gun, stick it in his mouth and pull the- And what the fuck
are you howling at?! He agitatedly asked his �beloved� GF.

The double meaning you just thought!

Remind me to unjunction you� and
let you wait in your sphere in my toilet!

Suffice it to say, that shut Ifrit
up for the moment.� Although, he did have
a point� gun, mouth, shooting� He could almost cry!� It wasn�t even noon!
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